On a cool and
pristine noontime in the gravel lot next to the wall at the junction of Elysian
Fields Boulevard, St Peter Street and Esplanade Avenue, a frequent venue for
Hash events, the hares awayed heading into the area known as Bywater.

They laid
trail on the narrow streets that are lined with shotgun houses that have been
made beautiful with renovations and over the past fifteen years.
The trail zigzagged along these streets for a distance passing before I.H.O.V.’s
house and turning to head downtown to and across Elision Fields Boulevard into another
stunningly redeveloped area called Maringy.

The hares
continued on to Esplanade, into the French Quarter and through same to ArmstrongPark on Rampart Street where a cutsie parade
of dogs in costume and their masters/mistresses too were setting up for their
annual parade through the ‘Quarter. The beer check was found nearby on a
side street.

After having
developed a good thirst and satisfying it with beer, the hounds followed
more-or-less straight (Yes, straight, and in the French Quarter, too.) trail
back to the illegal parking lot where the trail had begun.

The Circle:

Religious
advisor: Spread ‘Em

Visitor:

Macho Cock
Ranger from Biloxi H3;

Just Charles
and Peace ‘O Chum from White House H3 who were in New Orleans to board a cruise
ship for Central America;

The hares
were lauded for their trail following usual hash custom using many of the words
that cannot be spoken on television but there was a question about a ‘Penis
Colada’ check. Could there have been some voyeurism on trail?
Nobody asked, nobody told.

Birthdays:

Takes It In
The Face and Crotch Critter both celebrated their birthdays and were serenaded.

Accusations:

Errors from Prevoius
HashTrash Writings:

It seems that
as Takes It In The Face was a hare a couple of weeks previous, that even as she
laid trail on roller blades, changed into, and there is no other way to say it,
new shoes, she was not noticed. (How did we miss all that?
Takes It should have just pitched a tantrum when all else had failed, I would
think...)

Also
overlooked was Takes’ wonderful chicken pasta salad at the On-on-in at that
Hash at co-hare Tidy Bowl’s house.

G-String
stepped up and called Tidy Bowl Man. She stated that Tidy had graciously
found a Port-A-Let deemed to be of useful quality for her to use.

Auto Hashers:

Visitor Just Charlie,
Takes It In The Face and Yours Truly, OnDaRag, all of whom were to some degree
disabled, rode in the beer truck with the Beer Meister, Beer Fart.
We were joined by Twinkle Twat and his canine companion, Girl Friend.

Naming, or
attempts thereof:

The co-hare,
Just Paul, was sent out of earshot to afford the hashers an opportunity to
choose a Hash name. Tidy Bowl Man opened the proceedings by disclosing
that while dancing at Razoo’s on Bourbon Street, I.H.O.V. coaxed him out of his
shirt. One suggestion was ‘Judy Garland’, others included, ‘Back
Stage Hand Job’ and ‘Private Dancer’. A consensus could not be
reached so the issue was tabled for a later date.

Visitor of
Circumstance:

During two
hours of Hash activity, there was a body rolled up in a sleeping bag which was
presumed to be warm and when that body stirred, it and the soul within were
invited to the circle to introduce himself, Just Travis. He told us that
he had just been released from jail for having been drunk...and some mention of
having found the limit of an NOPD policeman’s patience. He did a
down-down and returned to his sack to continue his holiday in New Orleans.